in everything
that moves
toward
or from
some
call it
friction
some
sassy
fun
some
word
salad
some
are oblivious
poor dears
probably
have no
regard
for the finery
of wooden
spoons
nor
red
socks
no one enters the contest-- but I had it all stacked up square hands and round bites running and running through the dusty brawl like a wild cowgirl caught up in history lassoing what bucks the odds wrangling down the kicking fates Just one more try, I asked Just one more time before the sun goes down
no one enters the contest--
ReplyDeletebut I had it all stacked up
square hands and round bites
running and running through the dusty brawl
like a wild cowgirl caught up in history
lassoing what bucks the odds
wrangling down the kicking fates
Just one more try, I asked
Just one more time
before the sun goes down